'Timothée Chalamet spotted getting groceries with his new lover'
Normally Andy couldn't care less for the celebrity rumours on her Twitter timeline. She did however care for the fact that the image attached was a picture of Andrea herself, in the g...
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Just gonna leave these two here No reason behind it noooo ——-
Once home I placed the bag into my art room. We had taken a metro home but luckily on our walk from the station to our house was dry.
It still feels weird to realise "our house". When I first moved in I knew it would be temporary, now I wasn't so sure anymore, because suddenly 'his room' became 'our room' and "his bathroom and my bathroom' became 'our bathroom and the guest bathroom'.
We had both changed into some comfortable clothes while we cooked dinner together. After dinner we watched some tv before going to bed both tired after our days.
It didn't seem Like timothee could fall asleep he kept tossing and turning keeping me up because I was worried about him, what was on his mind to make him so restless?
After a while of more tossing and turning Timothee got up and out of bed, I stayed silent not letting him know I was still awake too, not wanting him to worry about me.
I laid in bed a little while longer, not being able to sleep either. Then I heard it, for the very first time I heard him play piano.
It was soft and in the distance, so quiet that if I were asleep it wouldn't have been able to wake me up, I knew Timothee knew that.
I got up and out of bed to walk over to him, to listen some more. I walked past my art room, the doo read been left open, my eyes landing on the pink striped bag. It felt right so I thought fuck it, walked into the room, snatched the bag and went into the bathroom to change, because I didn't want to just waltz out there in lingerie I grabbed my black silk bathrobe, elegant but covering.
3rd person POV
Timothee sat behind his piano, the only light in the living room coming from the christmas tree that was still up and the lights from outside, casting a dim glow over the room and the piano.
He was playing a well known song called 'Comptine d'un Autre Ete, L'apres-midi' as Andy walked into the room, she recognised it immediately it had been one of her favourites though she never learned how to pronounce the title, french is a hard language to learn okay.
